Mangoes 

Water runs down the facade
of the mossy bungalow, constant nectar
for moss and thrushes
loud crickets

A creeper breaks, diverts
along the bark of nilgiri,
a highway for meat ants

I threw a stone

…landed in a sea of snake lillies
engulfed by earth’s evergreen fur
I ran right through, fluttering
moths and calling gliding hawks
Dense mango trees
creaking with weight

The season tapped my shoulder
An old leopard smiled, a cobra awakened
by the scurry or langurs
I waved my cane stick like a magic wand
A cloud burst and fresh rays
touched the ground,the sea sent
warm regards with the breeze
behind us, soft thuds drummed
the forest floor,
a sweet fragrance brewed

the first mangoes

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